Roane
I have read through this report thrice now, and every time I read through it, I can feel the smile on my face getting wider and wider.
Oh how I wish I could have seen the look on his disgusting face the moment he arrived back to his lands and saw that stupid message.
Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing in the past few weeks has been able to sour my mood, but this was on a whole new level of bliss I haven't felt for, well, I don't know how long.
From the moment that I learned what happened to my father, mother, and older brother, I began to plan and plot my revenge.
My entire family had been killed and the only reason I was left alive was due to the fact that most people didn't know I even existed.
When my parents were killed, it was made to look like a mere accident and because we lived in the human world, there was no way that the police would have thought to look into supernatural causes.
Growing up with my grandparents was hard, but I learned so much from them. They taught me not only about my father's legacy and the things that he did to help out society, but of my mother's heritage as well.
From the outside, my mother looked like any normal human woman to those who only knew her as Mrs. Aspen, but she was also the eldest daughter and heir of the Alpha from a large wolf pack.
I was only four years old when I learned that the first few years of my life had been a beautiful lie that had been ripped away before I even had the chance to truly enjoy it.
My uncles were running the pack that I now lived in and they shared the role of alpha since my mother had refused to take the position when my grandfather had offered it to her.
The loss of my family was hard on me, but the loss of my mother was almost fatal for my grandparents.
Wolves do not suffer in the same way that humans do when it comes to loss and grief, and depression. Even at such an early age, I knew that the way my grandmother suffered was much worse than most.
According to my grandfather it was touch and go for a while, but he attributed her survival to me and her "too much for the gods to deal with" personality.
Regardless, watching not only my grandmother overcome my mother's death only helped reinforce my resolve to find and destroy whoever had killed them.
My uncles and grandfather began training me once I was fully recovered. Since they knew that I had taken after my mother, they had started to teach me how to unlock my wolf's strength.
Wolf packs are almost always run by a male alpha, but according to my grandparents and even my uncles, they said that my mom would have been the first female alpha of this pack.
Even though my mom was determined to take on the role she was born into, she convinced my grandparents to let her attended college in the human world.
According to my grandparents, my mother was a fireball who fought just as hard as she loved, and that is something that she did with her whole being.
After all of these years, that was one of the things that I reminded myself everyday not to forget. The faces of my parents, my brother, and the things that I missed most about them were some of the others.
My uncles were both here meeting with me in the conference room, along with Xavier, Micah, and Tristan. This wasn't a true board meeting, but I was glad at how quickly they had all assembled when I called.
Too bad that most of them were looking at me like I had just lost my mind. When my aid first brought in the message, I was clearly annoyed by the interruption, so I'm sure that my current disposition was making them curious.
It's been a few weeks since everything happened and I honestly couldn't have planned it any better, but the results were almost exactly what I expected.
"Are you going to tell us what you are reading, or just keep us all sitting here looking like a bunch of jacka**es ," Tristan mewed clearly annoyed.
Forcing myself from reading the report again, I placed the papers down in front of me on the enormous table. I was sitting at the the head of the table and they were split up around me on both sides.
"Well, if you must know, and it seems like you must. This just so happens to be a report from what happened at Blood Mist pack the day I put the first part of my plan in place."
Five sets of eyes looked at me with five completely different reactions. Annoyed, impressed, shocked, amused, and intrigued were what I was picking up from them, but I could be wrong.
"What are you talking about," Xavier asked first. I considered for a moment how much of my plan I wanted to share with him since I knew about his friendship with that f*cker, but it didn't matter what he told him. Nothing was going to stop me.
Even though Xavier had obviously poor taste in who he called friends, he was an exceptional worker and one of the most shrewd businessmen I knew.
That along with the fact that he had been faithful to my father and had no idea of who caused his death, are the only reasons I kept him around.
"The day that we had the visit from Rogan, I arranged for someone to sneak on his lands and leave a message," I said with all the confidence I felt in that moment.
Xavier seemed to be trying to figure things out in that brilliant overworked head of his because his eyes kept moving side to side as if he was trying to work through the events of that day and how my words played into it.
"Well look who finally grew some f*cking b*lls," Tristan bellowed as he threw himself back into his chair laughing up the ceiling.
Neither of my uncles said anything, but they they were both linking me at the same time.
"And so it begins nephew," my uncle Ezra hummed with his contentment with my words.
"Why would you act on your own without warning us first," my other uncle Blane said with his obvious annoyance.
I hated when they did that, those bastards, they knew that I couldn't respond back to them and if I did I would have to speak the words aloud.
After all these years, I knew better than to lose my temper and snap at them, it wouldn't end well for anyone, but especially not for this room, so I inhaled deeply and tried to calm myself.
No, I was to excited to let them piss me off this quickly. I've worked so hard to get things right where I need them. Working towards this is goal is more important than my pride.
"Yes, well. Since I was the one who came up with this plan, I didn't think that I needed anyone's permission to utilize my company or my men to accomplish the goals everyone else set for me."
No one spoke for a moment and I used this time to refocus my mind and remember why I had called them all here to begin with. Looking towards Micah, he softly nodded his head and I knew that he was ready with the information I asked him to obtain.
Putting the documents to the side, I cleared my throat, "the reason I called you all here is because I had Micah working on a special project for me and he finally has the proof we have been looking for."
Reaching out my hand towards Micah as if to say, the floor is all yours, he took his laptop out of a bag he had on the empty seat next to him and began clicking away on it.
It took him about two minutes to dim the lights and pull up what was on his computer on a screen that dropped down out of the ceiling.
"F*cking showoff," Tristan muttered with no hint of trying to go unheard. Micah didn't respond or even react to his words, he never did.
No one would belive that the three of us are the best of friends by the way we all interact with each other, but we were. We had all grown up with a similar goal of taking down Rogan Bluera, even if we had different reasons behind it.
Micah's reasons for taking down Rogan were just as personal as mine, except the person he was fighting for was still alive, unlike Tristan and I.
At times I resented him for that. But I had to remember that while I had to grieve my dead, he continually struggled with the fact that his loved one is still alive and unreachable to him.
Not knowing what they are going through and how they are suffering everyday is a different kind of pain. I had a feeling Tristan dealt with something similar but he'd never show it.
The screen before us had images of wolves, along with different snips of writings from many different sources. Micah clicked away and the images shifted and changed from the original still picture to a slide show.
No one spoke as the information played out before the six of us, but I heard their reactions to the information being shared. While some of this I already knew, I hadn't seen all of it until now and a part of my mind was extremely pleased by the findings.
Micah's slides kept going, but the last two were probably the most shocking to everyone and the second Micah clicked the keys and the lights turned back on Tristan was up on his feet roaring at me.
"What the actual f*ck!"
"How is this even possible?"
"Are you telling me that you not only found her, you had the opportunity to meet her, and then you let him take her back to that f*cking hell!"
Tristan's eyes were so bright and his body shook so hard, that I could tell that he was doing everything he could to keep from shifting right here and attacking me.
The look he was giving me was filled with so much emotion that I felt guilty for keeping this from him for so long, but I knew if he was aware he would have ended up ruining all my plans.
Not only had I shown him that his sister was alive, but this information proved that before I knew it, we had had the opportunity to rescue her, but did nothing to keep him from taking her away again.
We stayed there staring at each other for a few more moments and I could see the hurt, fear, and betrayal playing over his features. It killed me to know what kind of pain I was causing him, but if he let me, I would make this up to him.
Finally, he unclenched his fists, turned, and began to walk towards the door, but he hadn't moved fast enough that I couldn't help see the tears filling his eyes.
I wanted to go to him and beg for his forgiveness, but everyone in this room and out of it needed to know that I ruled here.
Before he walked out the door, he spoke, but didn't turn to look at me as he said, "if anything happens to her before I get her back, remember that it's your fault because you chose revenge over her life."
The stabbing pressure I felt in my chest throbbed with his words because no matter how much I tried to justify my plans, he was essentially right and nothing I told him or myself changed the truth of his words.
As the door closed, I knew that something in our relationship had forever been changed in that moment. Even if I told him everything about my interaction with her and the fact that I didn't know it was her until after she was gone wouldn't change anything.
Xavier was the first of those still in the room to speak, "are you telling me that Dylan Solamier, the girl who has worked in the transcription department for the past few years is Tristan's sister?"
Neither my uncles or Micah answered his question because he was looking directly at me.
"Yes, after Dylan left the campus I had someone give her water bottle to Micah for further testing. I was suspicious of her when we first met both because of her looks and the way, I couldn't help but react to her," I explained.
Everyone was looking towards me because they knew that I couldn't access my wolf like others, but had extra senses because of him and the fact that he had sensed something about her was not to be taken lightly.
Micah closed everything up and stood to leave. "I will go and talk to Tristan. He needs to know what happened and how we found her."
Even though I knew he was right, I wished I could go with him. Tristan deserved more that this, but my plans were just unfolding and I needed to explain to my uncles what we would do next.
The distance between Tristan, Micah, and myself had grown lately, but I felt like this had made things so much worse than I could have ever imagined.
Once Micah was gone, my uncle Ezra asked, "now that you've pissed off your friends, please let me know how you pissed off Rogan."
Xavier looked nervous and I wasn't sure if it was too much for him to be here with the three of us knowing we were wolves or if all of this information was just too much for him to take in at once.
I've had one of my sentinels sneaking in and out of the pack lands as a test, and while they were here I had him sneak onto the his lands and leave a message in blood on the side of a building.
They all continued to look at me until Ezra finally said, "and exactly what did your little message say nephew?"
Regardless of what was going on, I couldn't keep the smile off my face when I told them.
"The reign of the usurper is near it's end and the true heir will soon reign again."